[Intro: Billie Eillish & Quelly Woo]
Our time is up
Your eyes are shut
I won't get to tell you what (Yeah)
I needed you to know (Huh)
All the pain, had to let it go
It's dark enough (Yeah)
The moonlight doesn't show (Pour a four, just to let it—, all the pain, had to let it—)
And all my love (Yeah)
Could never bring you home
All the pain had to let it—, huh, like

[Chorus]
All the pain, had to let it go
Pour a four, I can't let it show
You down bad, yeah, I been there before
I know it hurt to the core
Havin' doubts that you'd make it far
Probably made a wish to a shootin' star
Talkin' to the moon like I’m Bruno Mars (Yea Sho)

[Verse]
Make a movie on thе weekend
I’m a Starboy, like The Weeknd
Bеnd your block in the evenin'
Send shots, watch his body descend
I got hoes in every region, I got fans in Egypt
Duppy make you meet the deacon
100 Clocc crippin', my only allegiance
Call up the 'ooter, cause he move strategic
And the way he shoot prestigious, can't believe he failed his regents
And my suvy so malicious, Quelly Woo, ambitious
I just need some recognition, call the suvy, he sadistic, uh-huh, yeah
Turn wounds into wisdom, free the members out the system
Tan a opp, call it heroism, but they call it terrorism, huh, huh
Gotta get it how you live it, know the members steady feel it, uh-huh, yeah
Turn wounds into wisdom, free the members out the system
Tan a opp, call it heroism, but they call it terrorism, huh, huh
Gotta get it how you live it, know the members steady feel it
Don’t show no money, huh, show what that money do
Down bad, now all my hundreds blue
Thirty-four on my back, n***a, I’m the truth
Cash out Dior, then I go eat at Ruth, huh, huh
Then I go eat at Ruth (Yea Sho)
[Chorus]
All the pain, had to let it go
Pour a four, I can't let it show
You down bad, yeah, I been there before
I know it hurt to the core
Havin' doubts that you'd make it far
Probably made a wish to a shootin' star
Talkin' to the moon like I’m Bruno Mars
All the pain, had to let it go
Pour a four, I can't let it show
You down bad, yeah, I been there before
I know it hurt to the core
Havin' doubts that you'd make it far
Probably made a wish to a shootin' star
Talkin' to the moon like I’m Bruno Mars


[Outro: Billie Eillish]
There's no more stars to find
And I'm too far behind
And I'd love to let you go